If she could speak now, she would definitely respond: Because August is the best, painting is good.
“Rongrong also thinks it’s good.” Pei Rongrong also spoke.
Zuo Si looked at the disciple beside him whose arms were turned outward again.
He had made several suggestions before but this traitor didn’t like them, but now he would like them.
Pei Rongrong noticed her master’s gaze and explained: “Rongrong couldn’t think about the appearance of the Lord of God, but after seeing His Highness’s painting, she felt that it should be like this, and it is right.”
Zuo Si thought thoughtfully and asked, “I feel again, is this feeling the same as when the Divine Lord sent down the Divine Voice before?”
Pei Rongrong looked like she was thinking, “It’s not exactly the same, but… Rongrong doesn’t know what to say.”
“Then don’t say it.” Zuo Si made the final decision and said with a smile: “The little Son of God’s handwriting will definitely be affirmed by the Lord of God.”
He agreed, and Pei Rongrong also approved. Pei Yan, the remaining count-out person, naturally followed the vote, and Mr. Liu, the last technician to take action, nodded silently.
The next step is to discuss the materials used for the statue and some details.
Zuo Si wanted to use this excuse to blackmail Yihei Mi August’s Lingxi branch before, but now he no longer mentions it, as if there is no such thing.
However, when several people discussed using rare wood and jade to carve a statue of the god, Mi Feixue took out Si Yeling carved from Lingxi wood.
As soon as the token was issued, Zuo Si and Pei Rongrong were instantly silenced.
Mr. Liu was baffled by the sudden silence.
“…Some insights?” The first thing Zuo Si noticed was the material of the token.
Pei Rongrong’s eyes were blurred and she murmured enthusiastically, “God Lord.”
When Zuo Si heard this, his eyes froze, and he looked at the token carefully. Once he had the consciousness of peeping into the gods, everything he saw, heard, and felt became different. It was as if he had fallen into an indescribable world that was not a rule he should get involved in. field.
When writing this chapter title, I thought of losing my hair several times as losing my hair. As expected, I just pay attention to whatever is lacking_(:з」∠)_
By the time Zuo Si was woken up by Pei Rongrong, he was already covered in cold sweat, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He knew clearly what the culprit was that caused him to be like this, but the memory of the token mark in his mind was confused. Once he thought about it deeply, he would get involved again. In the chaos, I felt dizzy and nauseous.
This kind of feeling comes not only from the body but also from the soul. I’m afraid if it happens a few times, he will either become obsessed or become a fool.
“Master, master?” Pei Rongrong was very confused about his strange behavior, and then thought of a possibility, “Are you too tired? Why don’t you let His Highness give you a wave?”
It can be regarded as a kind word worthy of being a teacher. Zuo Si glanced at Pei Rongrong tiredly, and then glanced eagerly at Mi Feixue. It’s good to get a benefit for free.
As a result, Mi Feixue ignored his earnest gaze. He still remembers his previous tone of Yin Yang’s painting.
Zuo Si didn’t force it, claiming that he didn’t feel well and wanted to take a rest, so he got up and left with Pei Rongrong in his arms.